the Truth

a wee duck told her one day
as she sat near a river blue
"Words are mightier than the sword
soon you will be given the truth."
she waited in the beauty for hours
no inspiration came to her mind
getting cold and soon shivering
she left the Glory behind
days went by, she hoped and prayed
but nothing came from her fingertips
then one day she felt a warm breath
lean down and lightly kiss her lips
her world changed from grey to green
the sky melted into orange and red
her heart pounded drums of Djembe
even though He still wept and bled
paused in awe, excitement to burst
colors, scents and sights now flew
she had every cast and tone she'd need
yet none enveloped in a belt of true
she knew the Way, she'd seen the Light
she knew not to carve images above
yet no words were given to her
no thoughts of His Almighty Love
sitting with her pen poised over paper
looking out at pure clouds of white
a face slowly appeared floating by
with sun beams encircling His Light
smiling at the loving look portrayed
she wished she had her camera ready
an unthought thought tickled her mind
"Hear, my little girl," Said He
"Write it out however you dream it up
'I Am the Truth, the Light and the Way
My Blood and Breathe have saved you all!'
that is all you should need to say."